Hi! I managed to squeeze in another update before Christmas - how amazing is that? I'm quite impressed with myself. Thanks for all the kind reviews on the previous chapter. They mean a lot to me. Anyhoo, enjoy this short and sweet one. Oh, and... be warned. It's kinda mature here. Perhaps dangerously so. Shh - don't tell on me!
P.S - I own nothing, except for the plot.
The models on the television were all flouncing around with their hip and trendy gowns, strutting their stuff haphazardly on the catwalk, barely batting an eyelid to the relentless shuttering and flashes of cameras. Some flipped their hair once they reached the end, others winked and blew a kiss to the television cameras. All the while, the latest music would play in the background, giving the models a beat to walk to.
Another fashion show which somehow managed to worm its way onto Alvin and Brittany's television set.
"Ugh. Leopard print and floral? Not a pretty combination. What was this designer thinking?" The strawberry blonde shouted at the TV in disgust.
"What's wrong with it?" Alvin asked, taking his eyes away from his intense game of Tetris for a second.
"First of all, those two prints do not mix well together. Secondly, what is with all the ruffles on that top? It doesn't do a thing for the model! If this designer had any sense, they would erase that entire outfit altogether!" Brittany stared in distaste as the model walked back up the catwalk and disappeared.
"Well, how would you change it?" The chipmunk asked, waiting for his wife to tell him anyway, regardless.
"I think it's important to note that if you're going to wear leopard print, then it should be worn with solid colours. Instead of that floral top, I would have put on a black top, minus the ruffles." Brittany replied matter-of-factly. Her knowledge when it came to fashion really did know no bounds, not that the industries wanted to know. Just this morning, she'd received another phone call. The worst part? She couldn't comfort eat – her figure needed to stay in top-form.
Suddenly, Alvin cried in frustration as 'game over' flashed on his handheld console.
"No! I almost beat my high score!" This was met with an eye roll from the chipette sitting next to him.
"Honestly, you're such a child sometimes. It's only a game."
"You weren't saying that the other night when we played Just Dance last night."
"For the last time – I only played it with you because you insisted that it would cheer me up. It was bad enough I was feeling sick." She rubbed at her stomach to prove her point. The red-clad chipmunk tossed aside his console and bit his lip in a brief moment of thought. Then he spoke.
"You feel any better?"
"Hm, not really." Brittany saw the glint appear in Alvin's eye as she replied. A small suggestive smirk appeared on his features.
"Then I guess it's up to me," he said, leaning closer to the chipette, "to make you feel good again."
None of them spoke as the chipmunk let one hand gravitate up his wife's thigh, the other trailing up and down her shivering arm. There was a low hum in the back of Brittany's throat, and though she at first seemed hesitant, the moment that Alvin pressed a gentle kiss to the shell of her ear, she succumbed to him.
"It's doesn't matter what those companies say. You're mine, and you'll always be beautiful to me." His voice was husky, and laced with desire. As Brittany laid her head on his chest, sighing delightedly, he combed his fingers through her silky locks of hair. So soft, yet untamed after days spent indoors. It's a wonder she hasn't gone stir crazy yet. Gently, Alvin lifted her up so that he could stare into her baby blues, and lean his forehead against hers.
"Oh, Alvin," was all she managed to whisper, before their lips met in a tender kiss. It didn't last long though – the chipmunk soon decided to intertwine his fingers into her hair, and pressed against her with more passion, more urgency. The chipette moaned in response, and pushed away the cap on his head, her own hands roaming his back. The pair were kissing fervently, locked in a passionate embrace that neither could break. However, things were heating up fast, and finally Alvin was the one to break away and hurriedly switch off the television.
"Upstairs?" He panted, face a little flushed.
The answer didn't need saying. The two reconnected quickly, pressing open-mouthed kisses to each other on whatever patch of skin they could find, crashing into things along the way.
All the while, Alvin had the same selfish thoughts of Tuesday floating in his mind.
There's no turning back now.
For those who have maybe forgotten, Tuesday was the day that Alvin flushed the birth control pills down the toilet, and thought in great detail about why he should carry out this plan. Yep, pretty selfish of him. I promise you that the maturity levels in this story won't go any higher than what you've just seen. Please don't forget to review and tell me what you thought - your opinion counts for a lot! And to my silent readers, thanks for reading!
This is probably the last you'll see of me until after Christmas. Until then, have a wonderful Christmas and a Happy New Year!
Peace, love, and COOKIES! ~ MissSteph22 x :)